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"
About
average
Territorial
standard
.
"
"
Good
Lord
!
as
bad
as
that
?
It
's
the
last
thing
you
young
fellahs
think
of
learnin
'
.
You
're
all
bees
without
stings
,
so
far
as
lookin
'
after
the
hive
goes
.
You
'll
look
silly
,
some
o
'
these
days
,
when
someone
comes
along
an
'
sneaks
the
honey
.
But
you
'll
need
to
hold
your
gun
straight
in
South
America
,
for
,
unless
our
friend
the
Professor
is
a
madman
or
a
liar
,
we
may
see
some
queer
things
before
we
get
back
.
What
gun
have
you
?
"
He
crossed
to
an
oaken
cupboard
,
and
as
he
threw
it
open
I
caught
a
glimpse
of
glistening
rows
of
parallel
barrels
,
like
the
pipes
of
an
organ
.
"
I
'll
see
what
I
can
spare
you
out
of
my
own
battery
,
"
said
he
.
One
by
one
he
took
out
a
succession
of
beautiful
rifles
,
opening
and
shutting
them
with
a
snap
and
a
clang
,
and
then
patting
them
as
he
put
them
back
into
the
rack
as
tenderly
as
a
mother
would
fondle
her
children
.
"
This
is
a
Bland
's
.
577
axite
express
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
got
that
big
fellow
with
it
.
"
He
glanced
up
at
the
white
rhinoceros
.
"
Ten
more
yards
,
and
he
'd
would
have
added
me
to
HIS
collection
.
'
On
that
conical
bullet
his
one
chance
hangs
,
'
Tis
the
weak
one
's
advantage
fair
.
'
Hope
you
know
your
Gordon
,
for
he
's
the
poet
of
the
horse
and
the
gun
and
the
man
that
handles
both
.
Now
,
here
's
a
useful
tool
--
.
470
,
telescopic
sight
,
double
ejector
,
point-blank
up
to
three-fifty
.
That
's
the
rifle
I
used
against
the
Peruvian
slave-drivers
three
years
ago
.
I
was
the
flail
of
the
Lord
up
in
those
parts
,
I
may
tell
you
,
though
you
wo
n't
find
it
in
any
Blue-book
.
There
are
times
,
young
fellah
,
when
every
one
of
us
must
make
a
stand
for
human
right
and
justice
,
or
you
never
feel
clean
again
.
That
's
why
I
made
a
little
war
on
my
own
.
Declared
it
myself
,
waged
it
myself
,
ended
it
myself
.
Each
of
those
nicks
is
for
a
slave
murderer
--
a
good
row
of
them
--
what
?
That
big
one
is
for
Pedro
Lopez
,
the
king
of
them
all
,
that
I
killed
in
a
backwater
of
the
Putomayo
River
.
Now
,
here
's
something
that
would
do
for
you
.
"
He
took
out
a
beautiful
brown-and-silver
rifle
.
"
Well
rubbered
at
the
stock
,
sharply
sighted
,
five
cartridges
to
the
clip
.
You
can
trust
your
life
to
that
.
"
He
handed
it
to
me
and
closed
the
door
of
his
oak
cabinet
.
"
By
the
way
,
"
he
continued
,
coming
back
to
his
chair
,
"
what
do
you
know
of
this
Professor
Challenger
?
"
